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‐ Hi. ‐ Have a good walk?

[ Baby Cooing ]

[ Fussing ] It's okay.

[ Turns On Faucet ]

‐ Look to tire myself out. ‐ This has gotta stop.

[ Sighs ] Andy,

you are drinking!

What are you talking about? Don't insult me.

These late night walks. You won't even get near me 'cause of some chest cold?

‐ You want me to get the both of you sick? ‐ I have given you your time.

And if you don't want to talk to me about Andy Jr., okay.

I will not stand here while you lie to my face. I'm not lying!

If I have a few drinks, trying to deal with things,

I walk till I'm sober‐‐ I make sure I'm sober coming home.

You are not sober when you come home!

And having a few drinks isn't not drinking.

I'm sober at home, at work. I meet my responsibilities.

You're not meeting your responsibilities!

Andy. God. Get out!

‐ What? ‐ Put some stuff in a suitcase and get out until...

you are not "not drinking" or you are not "not lying" to me.

I don't want you here if you can't even acknowledge the problem.

I acknowledge some things. Didn't I just acknowledge a few drinks?

All the baby's gonna hear me do is cry.

You're telling lies inside of lies and you are slapping me in the face.

I have never laid a hand on you.

Great. You want me out of here, Sylvia, I'm gone.

Just let me get a suitcase.

You mind if I touch the baby? Yes!

No, go ahead.

[ Clothes Rustling, Bag Opening ]

I'm meeting my responsibilities.

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ] [ Groaning ]

15th Squad. Ah, no, no. She's no longer with us.

Yeah. Can I help you? I'm looking for the lieutenant.

I wrote the name, but I can't read it.

‐ I'm Lieutenant Fancy. ‐ That's it!

I'm Lucy Kinley from the Borough. I'm your new P. A. A.

Well, it's good to meet you. Fancy. Is that West Indian?

You look just like somebody I know from "Guyana‐Bissau."

Uh, no. There's your desk.

Oh! So I can see everyone coming in.

Yeah. You'll meet the squad as the day goes on.

Uh, you should also be aware, there was a tragedy last week involving one of our men,

Detective Sipowicz.

His son was murdered while intervening in a holdup.

Okay.

Take a minute to settle. Then I'd like to get you started.

Are you familiar with the monthly stats that come into the Borough?

No. I don't know how to do those.

Okay. Okay. A little later I'll show you how.

For now, type out our roll call. I scratched it out for you there.

And then fax it to the Borough when you're through.

‐ No problem. Thank you, Detective. ‐ Lieutenant... Fancy.

‐ Last time. I promise. ‐ Okay.

Good morning. Hi.

Hi. I'm Bobby Simone. This is Diane Russell.

I'm Lucy Kinley. I'm you're new P.A.A. How you doing?

I'll do better with a P. A. A. [ Chuckles ]

I been at the Borough for the last year. I'm gonna do the roll call now.

Then Lieutenant Fancy's gonna teach me how to do the monthly stats later in the day.

[ Russell ] That's great.

[ Door Opens ] [ Sighs ]

Hey, good morning, Andy. How's it going?

Feel like today's the day?

[ Flushes Urinal ]

We're getting same pattern parole releases from Connecticut,

New Jersey and Pennsylvania about 9:30.

Boy, I'll tell you. All these leaps forward, progress‐‐

Sons of bitches that killed him gotta be shaking in their boots.

Andy, we've run every skell on the Lower East Side through this house.

We're gonna keep on doing it until we turn these guys up.

I'd like to meet the asshole that made these things.

[ Sighs ] You through in here, or you want to look for clues?

[ Bathroom Door Closes ]

Okay. A woman was treated last night at an E. R....

for a knife wound she said was accidental.

Now she wants to press charges on her boyfriend for attempted murder.

She's coming up? Yeah. She's on her way upstairs.

‐ Angela Bohi's her name. ‐ Yeah, I'm Angela Bohi.

I'm Detective Russell, Angela.

I got stabbed above the elbow. Attempted murder.

‐ I'm up. ‐ I can take it, Andy.

The interview needs a woman's touch?

‐ She got sexually assaulted in the elbow? ‐ Why don't you work it with me?

Why don't we all talk in the coffee room?

Why don't you have a seat?

The guy who stabbed me's named Bobby Kupchak.

‐ It's a miracle I'm even alive. ‐ What's your relationship with him?

Well, he's a violent jerk I'm sick of even trying to deal with.

You could pick him up at Shea Stadium. He's got a big job there selling beer.

‐ Slow down, Miss Bohi. Does Bobby Kupchak live with you? ‐ [ Sighs ]

‐ [ Scoffs ] Sort of, yeah. ‐ What led up to him stabbing you?

Okay. See, what led up to it was we had a fight,

he took a knife, and he tried to murder me.

Hey, we're here to help you, Angela. So let's lose the attitude.

[ Sighs, Clicks Tongue ]

He smacked my kid.

Which he got no business even touching him, let alone raising a hand in anger.

What's your boy's name? Timothy.

This asshole smacks him in the back of the head‐‐

Timothy told you that Bobby hit him?

He hit him yesterday morning. I found out last night.

And last night was when Bobby stabbed you?

Okay. [ Snorts ]

I brought home a chocolate cake, right, because, you know, I like cake.

Anyway, I was slicing it when Timmy says he's afraid of being home alone with Bobby mornings.

And when I ask him why, he tells me Bobby hit him for dropping his lunch box,

running out to make the school bus.

In comes Mr. Asshole. I send Timmy to his room and ask Bobby where...

he gets balls big enough to hit on a kid ain't even his own blood...

in a place he don't pay 50 cents rent?

So I'm holding up the knife, the butcher knife, to defend myself and‐‐

‐ [ Snoring ] ‐ Hey, asshole!

‐ Cut it out, Angela. ‐ Am I boring you? Because I almost died!

What? You threw a soda can at me? Yeah, that's what I did.

‐ You threw a soda can at me? ‐ Andy! Leave the room. ‐ You gonna hit me?

You never been hit like I'll hit you! Andy!

‐ What's your name? ‐ You never been‐‐

Andy, get the hell out of here!

[ Sighs ]

[ Chattering ]

Throws a soda can at me! Cigarette ashes‐‐

All right. Thanks.

These Newark cops, they think it's worth the interview.

I'm gonna go talk to these guys that did the same pattern stickup.

You think I should tell Andy maybe you got something?

Maybe you should hold off on that, James. You know, spare yourself the abuse.

You're sure it's okay? What are you? A nurse or a detective?

How's that? It's fine. Fine.

[ Sighs ] Angela, that detective had a personal tragedy.

I'm sorry it's made this more difficult for you.

He snores in my face, and then he says he's gonna hit me?

I'm really sorry that happened. You think I'm gonna sit still for that?

Maybe his boss should know. That's not gonna help with the problem you came here to solve.

[ Sighs ] I also want you to know I'm gonna give this case number‐one priority.

Let me know where I can pick up Bobby Kupchak, and we're gonna go after him.

Didn't I say he works at Shea Stadium?

I was talking about the daytime, Angela. And I'm telling you...

it's a day game today.

All right. We're gonna go after him right away.

I'll be in touch with you with any developments.

‐ Your phone number's here on the 61, right? ‐ Yeah, right.

Okay, Angela. Uh‐‐ Why don't we go to the stairs this other way?

Detective "Sipovich?" I'm Lucy. I'm your new P. A. A.

‐ That's great. ‐ That's okay. I understand.

There's a priest here to see you. Mr. "Kanak‐areedy?"

‐ Andrew. ‐ Sylvia sent you down here?

I'd like to speak somewhere privately.

This is, uh, my workplace. I work here.

I had hoped we could talk.

Let's go to an interview room. That's like our confessional, huh?

People confess the sins they did.

My deepest sympathies on the death of your son. Thanks.

To answer your question, Sylvia's very concerned.

But it was I who suggested that I would like to speak with you.

You should be talking to her. She's who you should take care of.

Andrew, before you and Sylvia got married,

when you and I spoke at our counseling session,

I felt that you were a soul in struggle.

I got no interest in what you got to say.

I know you're in pain of what's happened, and you're angry, but‐‐

Why in the hell should I pay attention to you, huh?

You believe in God? Where was God when my boy got killed in that bar?

He was there. Then he can kiss my ass.

How could he stand there and that boy die?

We're not made to understand God's purposes, Andrew.

Was he trying to punish me? All right, I deserve punishment.

But what about my first wife? She did nothing but keep care of him...

and take abuse from me!

And what about him, huh? He tried to help someone.

He got his whole life in front of him. And he was as sweet as ever was born.

Don't you tell me that I did something so bad to do that to them!

‐ God is not in the punishment business. ‐ [ Scoffing ]

And you're not in the center of the world.

Your son's death is not part of some equation. It's a mystery.

Yeah. Well, my job is working on the mystery part.

Sylvia tells me you're involved in a 12‐step program.

Oh, I'm one of their big success stories.

Try to accept again the third step of your program.

Turn your life over to God. Be its witness and part of its process.

You never had a son.

‐ God had a son. ‐ Well, I'm not God.

And I want you to go.

God is with you, Andrew. Try to feel his love.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Fancy ] The Borough said there's something wrong with the roll call you faxed them.

You got that list that I wrote out for you? Right away.

Excuse me. Lieu. Yeah?

I'm gonna go pick up this stabbing victim's boyfriend.

‐ Um, I need someone for backup. ‐ Andy's not available?

‐ No. He's busy. ‐ So what was that shouting about before?

In the coffee room? Complainant got a little excited.

You know, she was excited, high‐strung. She tossed a soda can at Andy.

It's all squared away now.

So what's Andy doing now that he's unavailable for backup?

He's, uh‐‐ He's working another aspect of the case.

All right. Take Greg.

Can I take somebody from Anticrime? I hate to take anyone off Andy J.'s task force.

Take Greg.

I, uh, I need you to help me with this pickup.

[ Medavoy ] Uh‐huh. Um, I‐I got‐‐

I'll be done in a few seconds. [ Russell ] Okay. Let me know.

Yeah. Great.

[ Medavoy ] I have to clear decks.

‐ Let's talk, Andy. ‐ Of course.

Let's go into my office.

What would be our topic?

I, uh... want you to take some sick days.

No.

Take some days, Andy. Go home.

Russell's pissed off? My attention wandered? Can't say it to my face?

She wants the interview, what? I'm supposed to stand there the whole time at attention?

All Diane said about the interview was the woman was high‐strung.

Yeah, well. What's the point if you're trash and you can't act like it, huh?

As much as I feel for what happened to your boy,

you make it so I can't look the other way.

You're ruining morale. Everyone in the squad's covering for you, pulling your weight for you.

Tell them to cut it out. I do my job. Give me something to do.

Diane wouldn't say so, but she's afraid to go on the street with you. And she's right.

That's her problem. That's her job. Don't be afraid to go out on the street.

My kid's dead!

Andy, go home.

This is what you've been waiting for, huh?

This is the day you've been waiting for, isn't it, pal?

If I was looking to do you in, I'd take your gun right now and send you to the farm.

But I'm giving you a last chance to fix this yourself, because I respect you doing it before.

But the next time I see you, you're sober and ready to work, or you're through.

Brotherhood's got a meeting today? You be up for a big award at the Brotherhood meeting?

‐ Get out of here. ‐ They know about it, huh? "We got Sipowicz?"

‐ Shut your mouth! ‐ We got Sipowicz!

‐ Shut your mouth! ‐ [ Breathing Heavily ]

You're embarrassing the job. And you're embarrassing your son's memory.

Please... go.

‐ May I help you? ‐ Gone for the day, minimum.

‐ All right, Detective. ‐ I need to talk to a detective.

Hey, what's up? He sent me home.

Wait, wait. How far did it go?

We were gonna fight. Then we just agreed, no cards on Martin Luther King Day.

‐ Go home, Andy. ‐ Are you gonna give me a hard time too?

What's your big feast day? I won't send you no card either.

Excuse me, Detective. I think maybe you should know this right away.

This woman says she knows something about the men you're looking for in this big case.

[ Scoffs ] Why don't you put an ad in the Post?

‐ You looking to talk to a detective? ‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ On that case with the big reward? ‐ It's about these guys.

Okay, come on.

What's your name? Deena Farnham.

It's right in here.

Have a seat.

What do you got for us, Deena?

That one's name is Ray. And he's Mitch.

Ray and Mitch, huh? Mm‐hmm.

I mean, I knew they were dirt‐ball type guys.

But I never thought, like, killers.

I mean, this Andrew Sipowicz, Jr.

You're a working girl. You did these guys, huh? Mm‐hmm.

So the day that kid got killed, that night they're stoned, and they're partying with me.

‐ Where's this? ‐ The Mohawk. I mean, they were stoned.

Like on speed and liquor. Then later, like the next day,

I'm back at my own place, and I see on the TV...

about this young guy getting killed trying to stop a holdup.

And now I'm remembering these guys.

All messed up and loaded, saying how they messed up some guy in a bar.

I mean, the guy tried to be a hero, and they really messed him up.

So now, a whole week goes by. And these fliers, they're all around...

with the sketches of these guys from the bar waitress's description.

And I know you've seen it on TV too, with this big reward number.

Wh‐What is it now? 65,000.

65,000 there.

‐ And you don't reach out. And now‐‐ ‐ [ Snaps Fingers ]

Here you are. I don't care about the money.

I mean, I care. Yeah, I'd take it.

But I'd have left it sit too.

Except they paged me last night.

And now I'm scared they're gonna kill me. Why?

Off suspecting what I know. That's what I figure.

And they figure, just as well kill me.

Deena, why don't you think that they're just calling you to party again?

I just didn't get that feeling from their voices.

[ Martinez ] Where'd they call you from?

I don't know. They said a pay phone.

So we're about 85% here, right, Deena?

What do you mean? And you know, ordinarily, I would settle.

I'd figure 85% for pretty good.

Andrew Sipowicz Jr., this kid‐‐ this is a cop's son.

This is a kid who tried to save a woman's life.

No. You bring it all, Deena. Or you're gonna be taking a beating.

If I knew something...

and didn't say it till now, what does that mean about jail?

Help us now, Deena.

The only way we would jam you up is if you killed him yourself.

[ Sighs ] They left the Mohawk before me.

And it must've took a week...

remembering that they had lost it or maybe that they'd ever even had it.

But‐‐ [ Sighs ]

[ Velcro Tearing ]

They asked about it last night.

And...

that's how I know they're gonna kill me.

That's a Hackensack shield.

I'm supposed to meet them at Fourth and "D" at 2:00 to give it back.

‐ Forty minutes late. ‐ She says they're late coming to party too.

‐ I'm afraid I'm gonna throw up. ‐ Don't.

[ Man On Police Radio ] This is Morrisey. Two white males just walked past our unit,

same side of the street, headed toward the restaurant.

They fit her description. Look like our guys.

[ Simone ] Is that them? [ Deena ] Yeah. Oh, my God.

Are you sure that's them? I'm positive.

‐ All right, get down. ‐ [ Man ] What's going on, man?

Come on. Move your ass. Hey!

I got someplace to be or I'd kick your ass good for you, you slant‐eyed piece of crap.

[ Police Radio Clicks ] I'm coming out on foot about 115 feet behind them.

‐ What, are they beating up that guy? You got it? ‐ Stay here with her, James.

You want to go? I'll kick your ass good for you.

I'll kick your ass. Yo, yo, cop!

Police!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

17 East Third Street.

Hey.

Great job, Bobby. Thanks, boss.

Yeah. Every witness makes it a good shoot.

So I'm excused from Lefrak City?

No. No, you gotta see the shrink. Get your gun to Ballistics.

‐ I know Andy went home. ‐ I sent him home.

I thought maybe I'd go tell Sylvia.

Okay, go ahead.

You want someone to drive you to Lefrak?

No. I'm good. All right.

It's, uh, important to let him know.

I will.

[ Sighs Deeply ]

Detective, the whole time...

I was in the lavatory, I forgot it was unisex.

I sat there the whole time without the door locked.

[ Laughing ]

[ Knocking On Door ]

Hi.

Sylvia, the, uh, the guys who murdered Andy J. are dead.

Does Andy know? We don't know where Andy is.

I see.

Bobby wanted to tell you, but after something like this,

they make you go to Lefrak City to see the Department doctors.

It was Bobby who got 'em?

Uh, we were set up to take them. They drew down, and Bobby had to shoot them both.

He's all right? Yeah.

[ Sighs ] [ Baby Crying ]

Bastards.

I'm glad they're dead.

[ Baby Fussing ] How are you and Theo?

You know Andy's out of the house.

‐ [ Crying ] ‐ I can't have him here drinking.

I‐I agree with you.

I just hope that this will help him turn the corner.

Uh, it's up to him.

I want to help him. But I know I can't.

[ Crying ] You're doing... what you have to, Sylvia‐‐

looking out for yourself and Theo.

But I‐I think you're right. You know, these guys goin' down...

can be Andy's excuse for the day to stay drunk.

But if he wants to, he'll turn the corner.

I hope he does.

I know. Shh!

[ Fussing ]

[ Male Announcer ] We take you now, live to the scene.

[ Female Reporter ] A shoot‐out on the Lower East Side of Manhattan today‐‐

[ Sighs ] brought an end to the week‐long manhunt‐‐

You want to pace it a little? I'm not going anywhere.

Son of one of their own, Andy Sipowicz‐‐ Two things you got to say to me:

"86" and "closing time."

Why don't you try and keep a civil tongue in your head, okay?

A robbery and sexual assault in a bar in the 15th Precinct of Manhattan...

where his father has served as a detective for 14 years.

Today, the young man's assailants lost their lives after initiating a gunfight...

in the street with precinct detectives who were closing in for an arrest.

Now back to you in the studio.

Uh, I'm just checkin' to say and confirm...

two skells were involved in a homicide.

And they've been taken down this afternoon?

Uh, that's all been established? Correct perps and so forth?

What does it matter to you who's calling? Father Christmas.

Um, has anybody‐‐

The cops involved know from anyone there was appreciation?

Well, let them know that there was appreciation.

Never mind who. Rabbi Wolf.

[ Men Talking, Indistinct ]

[ Man ] Bootsy Collins, Larry Graham, Brothers Johnson. [ Sighs ]

Look at the look on his face. Don't even have a clue too. [ Horn Honking ]

‐ Calls himself a bass player. ‐ [ Laughs ]

Who you listening to supposed to be so funky? Rick James.

Oh, Rick James! What?

I'm gonna have to kick your ass. I thought the lecture was gonna do it.

‐ Excuse you? ‐ I'm gonna have to ask you to move it along.

‐ Why we gotta move it along? ‐ I want this corner clear.

‐ We ain't even doing nothing. ‐ I want you off this corner.

My son and I were looking at this corner.

[ Imitating White Speech ] Look, buddy. I can smell the liquor on your breath.

So why don't you go pick on somebody else, huh? [ Laughs ]

What's your name, mouth? Knowledge.

‐ Supposed to be funny? ‐ Drunk‐ass cop, you the funny one.

Why don't you go buy what you was gonna buy so you can get even drunker?

We ain't moving. I don't say something I'm not prepared to say.

You don't move, I'm gonna move you.

‐ Let's go, y'all. It ain't even worth it. ‐ Hold up. Hold up.

Move me. Come on, devil. Move my black ass.

You don't think I'm gonna move you? I'm gonna show him what you do and don't.

Show me.

[ Roaring, Grunting ]

‐ [ Horn Beeping ] ‐ Yeah! How you like it?

How you like it, huh? How you like it?

I'm okay. I'm okay. Just stay away. No, sir.

[ Kick Landing ] [ Grunting ]

‐ I'm okay, son. Stay away. ‐ You're not okay.

You okay now?

‐ Hey, who's that? ‐ Where your gun at, pig?

I got it. Come on! Let's go, let's go, let's go!

[ Gasping, Grumbling ] Call a radio car. I'm a cop.

How is he? One of the nurses is talking about broken ribs.

But I don't know what else is going on.

Job go over the air? No. Off the books so far.

Hey, Bobby.

Those guys got his gun.

Detective. Doc, what's going on?

Well, neurologically he's intact. He's got two broken ribs.

‐ We fitted him for a belt to protect them. ‐ [ Sipowicz ] Bobby.

Yeah, Andy. I'm right over here.

Look, Doc, if Andy's name gets on the books for this, he's jammed.

I put my college dean's name on the admitting form.

Tell Mr. Kramer I hope he feels better. Yeah, I appreciate it.

Hey, Bobby, I got a good idea on the mutts that did this.

Me and my partner are gonna go and try and snatch them up. Hang on until I get Andy set up.

‐ And then I'll go looking with you. ‐ All right.

How's it going?

Thanks for getting those guys.

Either of them say anything about Andy?

It was a gunfight in the middle of the street. Nobody said nothing.

You gave Shannon a pretty good description, huh?

He thinks we can find these guys who beat you.

They got my gun.

[ Sighs ] I'm finished. I've made a mess of everything.

You wouldn't let nobody help you, Andy.

It threw me for a loop.

I felt the kid was gonna be happy.

I could help him after I never did nothing for him.

He got killed. And you started drinking.

And you left Sylvia alone. And the baby. Just like you did Andy J.

So what are you gonna do about that now?

I don't know what to do.

Do you want people to help you, Andy?

Please help me. Yeah.

Hey, there's Greg. Can you walk?

[ Softly ] Yeah.

‐ Hey, Andy. ‐ Thanks for showing up.

Yeah. You need a chair?

No. I can‐‐ I can walk.

I want to get you back over to the house and help Shannon look for these guys.

Now, if we got lucky, and you can make an I. D.‐‐

And we can get that gun back before the boss came in‐‐

I don't know how else we're gonna save your job, Andy.

[ Groaning ] Let's go.

[ Grunts ]

You better not cost me my job.

If we're wrong, we'll get it straight with your boss.

How long you been working at the A&P? Four years in June.

I figured I'd been seeing you that long. Got promoted, huh?

Restock clerk to produce. Hey, Knowledge‐‐

[ Camera Clicks, Whirs ]

What lie you got going? What you saying I did?

He'll talk to you. Wait'll the detective gets back.

Find any of those guys?

Andy. Andy. [ Groans ]

Hey. Andy. [ Moans ]

Is this guy right?

‐ [ Groans ] ‐ Drink this.

[ Grunts ] I lost my glasses.

Th‐They're right here. Right in your coat, Andy.

‐ Is he right? ‐ [ Sighs ]

He was one of them. He was the mouth.

I'm gonna go talk to this guy. Andy, stay right where you are.

[ Gasps, Grunts ] [ Door Slams ]

Tough leaving things in other people's hands.

Yeah.

You want me to take those glasses, Andy?

[ Sighs ]

Yes, please.

Hey, boss.

What's going on?

Andy got beat up last night out on the street.

‐ How bad? ‐ Couple of busted ribs.

[ Locking Door ] Who's in there?

The mutt in the pokey's one of the three guys who stomped him.

Andy I. D.'d him off the photo. Andy I. D.'d him off the photo?

‐ Wh‐Where's Andy? ‐ Upstairs in Medavoy's crib.

Why? Diane says Sylvia threw him out.

Lieu‐‐

They stole his gun, the guys who stomped him.

Does the one in there know where the gun is? I think probably he does.

What's his name? Knowledge Islam.

[ Door Bangs Open ]

‐ That's my boss. ‐ What's this about?

Assault on a cop, theft of his weapon. Cop picked you out.

Crazy, drunk‐assed police. He never showed us his badge.

‐ We figured he was some drunk white guy looking for a fight. ‐ You done?

I took his gun in self‐defense. Were we supposed to run...

and trust him not to shoot us in the back after he instigates the whole damn thing?

You done now?

I'm gonna make this simple. You're looking at five years in jail.

You take us to his gun, you walk away.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, damn! Do I look that stupid?

I take you to that gun, you kick my ass about four hours,

‐ and then lock me up anyway. ‐ We lock you up, you go to trial.

You think we want it out in court a cop's drunk, looking for a fight, loses his gun?

So maybe I take you to the gun, you dump me in the river.

‐ You know where your mother's at? ‐ What's that supposed to mean?

You, me and your mother. Three of us go for the gun; you walk home with her.

[ Sighs ] Okay. All right.

We'll go with my aunt.

I don't care if he's got a job. An R. O. R. release won't discourage this guy much...

from beating up this woman or her kid.

Can't you make it 20,000? We halfway owe this woman. There was, um‐‐

a little excitement between her and one of our detectives.

[ Sighs ] Appreciate it.

That's the woman, Andy was sawing wood during her interview?

Yeah.

Hey, boss, how'd you do?

‐ I got it. ‐ So, now what?

[ Sighs ] Now I'm gonna wash my hands. And then I want to talk to Andy.

[ Gasping, Grunting ] [ Door Opens ]

This is yours.

[ Murmuring ] Do I get it back?

Think about something, Andy.

You come back to work and you're still drinkin',

something like last night's gonna happen again.

Or maybe you'll wind up dead.

Then Sylvia won't have a husband, your baby won't have a father,

and some guys'll spend the rest of their lives in jail...

for something that didn't have to be.

[ Sighs ]

What's left for you on this job, Andy?

I could do good for people if I could stop drinking.

The key for me is not to drink no more.

Can you stop? I want to stop.

I realize now he's gone.

You bent over backwards to keep me on the job.

And I had a wrong mouth and everything else.

Please, don't take my job.

Let me take some days, come back and try.

All right. Right now your work's at home anyway, isn't it?

[ Suppressing Groan ]

Don't make me sorry.

I won't, boss. Thanks.

[ Door Opens ]

I'm taking the next set off to get myself together and be with Sylvia.

‐ That's good. ‐ Would you let the squad know my appreciation?

‐ Yeah. ‐ What everyone did, and...

with me being such a sport.

And you especially.

I know what you did for me.

Andy, out on the street there, those were good shootings.

What you did otherwise.

I gave you nowhere to go.

You're still set up with me.

So you want a ride?

I asked Shannon.

On the ride, I can ask him to thank the uniform cops.

Could you give Sylvia a call? Let her know I'm gonna look pretty bad.

[ Grunts, Gasps ]

‐ Anything else? ‐ I gotta do the rest.

Hi, Andy.

Fourteen hours since I drank.

I apologize for what I done.

I love you and the baby. If you take me back‐‐

We love you, Andy. And we want you back.